'Click'.

Put the knife into the sheath.

【Immortal Slash】

There was a dull sound of a massive object collapsing from behind.

Gus's tall, fat body fell to the ground with a bang, and his deformed head rolled far away on the ground.

In Han Baiyi's spiritual vision, the black spiritual energy that was originally burning on his body slowly changed from as rich as ink to dissipate like smoke and dust.

It's just that the smoke and dust are easy to disperse, but the hearts of the people are difficult to disperse.

Han Baiyi turned his head and looked at Gus's head that had changed from thin to fat, and the skin on one side of his cheek was torn off, and he opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something.

In the end, it closed tightly, and nothing was spoken.

From his son Robert being seriously injured and seeking medical treatment, the sheep was sent to Xianfeng Temple in the mouth of the tiger, and then he was deceived by the Xianfeng monks and guarded the mountain gate for him until the thousand knives, until he died.

A person's right and wrong cannot be commented on, and most of the merits or crimes are judged by the king of Hades.

All the while, he was just a poor father who wanted to save his son, nothing more.

But people don't always get what they want.

Putting down his mind and not thinking about it anymore, Han Baiyi turned sideways and faced the monk in front of the cherry tree.

The monk remained the same as before—with his hands folded, his upper body bare, a yellow monk's robe wrapped around his waist, and a Buddhist string around his neck.

He seems to be a very ordinary monk.

Han Baiyi raised his head and took a deep breath.

His eyes looked indifferently at the height, the incomparably thick and tall maple tree.

The crimson maple leaves fell on the hallway, red as blood.

Immediately after, an electric current runs through the whole body.

Han Baiyi first pulled out his knife and walked forward slowly, and then his pace gradually increased to a trot, as he continued to step forward, the speed under his feet became faster and faster, and his steps became bigger and bigger, and in the end, each step flew out of nearly ten meters, and his face was almost furious.

The hair was obstructed by the air and stuck to the side of Han Baiyi's face, and the super high speed made him almost melt into the whistling sound of the wind, and every step fell without control at all, and stepping on the floor was a huge depression.

The black blade was like a shining moon, drawing an arc in mid-air.

Along with it, there was also Han Baiyi's angry shout, which was gradually distorted in the wind.

"Playing with other people's desires, that's it...... Interesting!! ”

The black sword flashed, and the spiritual power attached to the blade mixed with sword qi formed a huge dim black blade more than three meters long in midair, and the sharp stinging sensation gave people the illusion that the tip of the knife was piercing the eyes.

Boom.

A puff of smoke and dust floated and sawdust flew.

Under Han Baiyi's all-out sword, the entire hallway shook violently.

Even if it is a head-on enemy, this knife can also cut off the original lion ape.

This has surpassed the limits of human beings.

However, Han Baiyi was still expressionless, just holding the black knife in one hand, and watched the smoke and dust in front of him slowly dissipate without joy.

The knife that was cut off did not feel at all when it hit someone.

And even if it hits, it is estimated that it will not be useful.

Han Baiyi hadn't forgotten the scene when Gus rushed towards the Phantom Corridor monk before.

The great sword pierced directly through the monk's body, and everything that happened here seemed to be illusory.

However, his knife was not useless.

After the smoke and dust cleared, Han Baiyi saw that the position where the monks of the Illusion Corridor were originally standing had all turned into nothingness, and a large gap appeared in the entire Illusion Corridor as if it had been bitten by some monster.

The monk of the hallway stood out of thin air, his hands folded, as if nothing had happened.

"Ghosts...... No, should it be a resentful spirit? ”

Han Baiyi looked at the monk in front of him, and suddenly held the knife tightly, regretting a little in his heart that he didn't carry the Divine Flying Snow with him.

Among the wolves, there are monsters such as ghosts, ghosts, ghosts, and evil spirits.

However, unlike rumors, these monsters can also be slashed with normal knives, but most of them have high physical resistance, and they need to attach a piece of paper called 'Divine Snow' to the knife, and the paper containing the water of the source can be rubbed on the knife to make the attack effective against the wraith.

It's a pity that Han Baiyi is an extreme pragmatist.

Because he knew that the ability of 'God's Flying Snow' came from the source water unique to the wolf world, and could not be brought to reality to increase his strength, and he thought that he would not be contaminated with the side lines related to resentful spirits, he had not been looking for this special item before.

Now encountering such an unexpected enemy, Han Baiyi suddenly became numb and had nothing to do.

However, for players, and especially for story parties, quests, achievements, and levels are secondary.

The plot characters they like are always the highest.

For these people, you slaughter the NPCs they want to protect from them, which is basically the same as the police killing a hostage protected by bandits from 800 miles away.

Not only humiliation, but also humiliation!

This kind of emotion is not generated by the communication between the player and the plot characters, but a heartfelt feeling of their identity background and plot experience.

Get straight to the heart.

Therefore, Han Baiyi naturally thought about revenge.

Since Gus is not allowed to live, Lao Tzu will let you die with him.

Just as Han Baiyi was about to go back to Wei Ming to get some Divine Flying Snow and come back to cut this old thing, the Phantom Corridor monk in front of him suddenly spoke.

"What an ominous knife...... Immortal Slash. ”

"I didn't expect to see it again."

"Luckily...... It's black. ”

As he spoke, the Phantom Corridor monk raised his head and looked at Han Baiyi.

It was only at this time that Han Baiyi discovered that the monk's pupils were glass-shaped, and although he maintained the appearance of a middle-aged man on his face, he was already blind.

Han Baiyi did not answer.

A man and a ghost stood in the hallway and in the air respectively, facing each other strangely.

It's not that Han Baiyi doesn't want to read the file to find a guy to come back and hack him to death, it's mainly that the monk's words aroused his interest.

What is ...... called? Luckily it's black?

If it's a red undead slash, will there be any problems here?

Thinking in his heart, Han Baiyi couldn't help but touch the blade of the black knife that opened the door—there was a circle of Buddha lotus carved there.

A long time ago, he had guessed the relationship between the Black Knife Open and the Buddhist Gate Xianfeng Temple.

Now it seems that it is really greasy.

"What are you?"

Han Baiyi pointed at the monk of the Phantom Corridor defiantly with the tip of his knife, and his tone was flat.

The monk did not have any emotional ups and downs, and still folded his hands:

"The poor monk is just a wisp of soul that lingers, and it is nothing."

Han Baiyi: "What about Taro Bing?" So what? ”

The monk of the illusion corridor nodded slightly: "It is the method of transforming the demon into the lotus heart of the Buddha, leaving the soul strong, nailing it to the body, and then feeding it with the human heart day and night, and the body will be transformed into a demon body." ”

Hearing this, Han Baiyi's face calmed down.

You know, in the original game, there were at least dozens of Taro soldiers...... Feeding people's hearts day and night, just for them, how many people did Xianfeng Temple kill?

Han Baiyi put down the knife and held it in his left hand again.

Since threats are useless, it is better to get more information first.

"Why?"

"Feed the maple god and entrust the souls of all people."

"Why?"

"Block the source of Sakura Dragon's spiritual food."

"Why?"

"Break off the immortality of the reed."

The two just faced each other, asking and answering. The monk of the Phantom Corridor didn't know why, as long as Han Baiyi could ask, he would know everything, say everything, and tell it all.

Until Han Baiyi asked these three same questions in a row.

After listening to the narrative of the monk in the hallway, Han Baiyi raised his head, crossed the monk's smooth head, and looked at the red maple tree behind him.

The breeze blows, and the maple leaves drift away, whirling in mid-air, circle after circle, falling from the very high sky, or to the right or left, completely by the wind, not knowing where it will eventually fall.

The maple leaves fell beautifully and brilliantly, and the rain was bright red.

The maple leaves on the ground were piled up, red as blood.

Han Baiyi suddenly lowered his head and looked at him:

"Who are you?"

The monk of the hallway was still as expressionless as he had answered the previous question, and his voice was still deep:

"Master Xianfeng."